And spoke the purpose of your soul aloud;
Associates, servants, friends, alike can prove
The world-defying force of Celia’s love.
Did she not wish, nay vow, to poison her
Whom, some durst whisper, Damon could prefer?
And then that frantic quarrel at the ball—
It must be known, and he will hear it all. 320
Nay! never frown, but cast about, in time,
How best to answer what he thinks a crime;
For what he thinks might have but little weight,